FAIRPORT CONVENTION "MORNING GLORY" (1968) G C G G C I lit my purest candle close to my G B C Window, hoping it would catch the eye G C B Of any vagabond who passed it by, A C G And I waited in my fleeting house G Bm C Before he came I felt him drawing near G C As he neared I felt the ancient fear G C That he had come to wound my door and jeer Am G C Em G As I waited in my fleeting house D B G "Tell me stories," I called to the hobo D C B G "Stories of cold," I smiled to the hobo D C B G "Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo Am G C G And he stood before me and my fleeting house (guitar solo) D C G D C Bm G Am G C G C Bm C G "No," said the hobo, "no more tales of time G C Don't ask me now to wash away the grime G Bm I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb" C Am G C And he walked away from my fleeting house D C Em G "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo D C G "Leave me alone," I wept to the hobo G D C Em G "Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo Am C G And he walked away from my fleeting house